I quickly followed Brother Biao back to the wooden house where he lived.
When I opened the door and walked in, the first thing I noticed was a few wooden signs hanging on the wall. After asking, I found out that he used the method of turning over cards to decide which wife to find tonight, just like the ancient emperors who chose their concubines.
Sherpa people mature early. His little wife is about ten years younger than Brother Biao, and is half a head taller than him. Her skin is a healthy wheat color, her nose is straight, her eyes are big, and her lips are thin. She has a typical ethnic minority appearance.
I don’t speak Chinese, but because I have been with Brother Biao for two or three years, I can understand a little bit.
After coming in, I didn't dare to look at his little wife.
She was wearing too little, and I was afraid that staring at people would make them feel disrespected.
"Maknae, where is my notebook? Why can't I find it?"
Brother Biao opened the drawer and rummaged through the cabinets for a long time, then knelt on the ground and rummaged through the bag under the bed.
His little wife held the oil tea in both hands and took a sip. She crossed her legs and hummed some kind of Sherpa song softly, looking very relaxed.
"Found it! So I put it here!"
He took out a thick notebook from the bag under the bed. Brother Biao tore off a few pieces of white paper, slammed them on the table together with the ballpoint pen, and said loudly: "Draw quickly! Youngest! I told you to draw!"
The two of them had a few words of conversation in front of me.
When he heard that Brother Biao wanted to draw "that man", his little wife's face instantly became extremely ugly! She no longer had the relaxed state she had when she was singing.
She said something angrily, got up and ran out.
"return!"
"You don't even listen to what I say, do you?"
Brother Biao pulled the man back, raised his hand and said, "I'll beat you, believe it or not!"
This girl was half a head taller than Brother Biao and stared at him without fear.
"Ha..." Brother Biao stood up on his tiptoes and kissed the person, then said with a smile: "Don't be angry, youngest. I like you the most. It's too late to hurt you, so why would I want to beat you."
"Brother, can you go out and wait for two minutes? I'll do her work."
"good."
I came out and closed the door, looking at the mountain of medicine in the darkness, and frowned.
July Crane is very mysterious. I am confident that as long as I have seen his portrait, I will be able to recognize him when I see him if there is a four-part portrait.
After waiting outside the door for a few minutes, Brother Biao called me in and said that he had finished his little wife's ideological work.
I asked him: "Why are you so afraid of climbing in July?"
Brother Biao hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Brother, there are some situations you don't know. I took a big risk on your behalf this time."
"I have been in this tribe for four years and have been an imperial master for three years. What I am most afraid of is that one day I will see two people, one is from the Kangding Police Station, in July...
"
"I feel like he is not human."
"What's the meaning?"
Brother Biao frowned and said, "That's what it means literally. In the past, a few young men in the tribe were unconvinced and said they would deal with him. As a result, in the next few days, those Sherpa boys either drowned in the river or fell asleep.
He died in the wooden house. I saw the corpse being carried out with my own eyes. Their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen a ghost before they died."
"Also, there is a mark left on them."
After saying that, Brother Biao drew an inverted triangle with his hand in mid-air.
"Do you know what pattern this is?"
I shook my head.
Brother Biao's face was solemn: "I asked the oldest old man in the tribe, and the old man said that this pattern belongs to the ancient Dangxiang people, and it means protection and curse."
"Protect? Protect what?"
Brother Biao shook his head and after letting me enter the house, he locked the wooden door again.
In the house.
Two candles were lit on the table and a piece of white paper was spread.
Brother Biao's wife lowered her head to write and draw on the white paper. She sometimes stopped writing and listened carefully to Brother Biao's details.
Brother Biao didn't lie. This girl is really good at drawing. She has never studied art or anything. Maybe this is her talent. With a few simple lines, she can outline the outline of a person's face.
"No...the nose is not like this. It should be more straight, and the lower part is wrong. There is a beard on the chin. It should be the kind of beard that pricks the hand, very hard and short." Brother Biao said.
His little wife crumpled the drawing paper into a ball, spread out a piece of white paper again, and continued drawing.
The police have this kind of painting skills, but after all, we are not professionals, so we can only try to paint. Brother Biao tried hard to recall all the details, and his little wife also worked hard to help with the painting.
From face shape, hairstyle, to eyebrows, mouth.
The waste paper was thrown away one after another, and Brother Biao always said: "It doesn't look like...it doesn't look like it yet, did I miss something...maybe there is something wrong with the eyes, youngest, you go first
Don’t draw eyes to see.”
Draw a good picture again.
Brother Biao banged the table and said excitedly: "Yes, yes! Brother, you are right this time! This is the person!"
